Seems my call to Nubs (the quasi-property manager) about the backed up kitchen sink once again sees us all following her typical pattern of dragging a small “fix” into a multi-day drawn out procedure. I should have just called Eric…sigh. All it needs is a plunger and muscles. But no…it’d be too simple to plunge the sink, get it working and get the thing snaked in the next few days.

I don’t know why she’s a property manager, she has no idea what she’s doing when it comes to house maintenance yet acts like she’s brilliant at it. Good grief, she’s annoying.

So it’ll shortly be 24 hours since the sink clogged and I called her. What’s so priceless is that she was just now in her car and parked in my driveway. She had a guy in her car with her when I called her again to see what was going on. She still just backed out and drove away. I simply want to strangle the fool! She makes everything so difficult for herself and others when it’s not necessary.

Happy St. Paddy’s Day to you by the way! And now for a shot of the Chicago river. All decked out for March 17.

More on the “Nubs/Kitchen Sink Mega-project” as the hours and days go by. Sigh.